Friday, October 13, 2017

Friday the 13th 55

Welcome to the Friday the 13th edition of the Friday 55, where 55 words of prose or poetry, no more--no less, will takes us on our individual journeys, each one as unique as the writer, and some no doubt, imbued with the spirit of the day and season, to some quite unhallowed spots. Or so I hope. All the rules remain the same: we do this in memory of the G-man, as a writing exercise for our own enjoyment, and for fun and friendship. There are no strings or commitments, and comment moderation is on to keep things real. As always, the prompt remains alive from Friday to Sunday.






So, in the Halloween spirit, let's begin...



The Mistake




We cursed the dark
but woke the cold plague wind,
cracked summer's crypted spell,
talked the pretty into hell.
 And the show begins.

Black cat's-paw on bleeding-stone;
two speakers in a field of bone
bite down a forgotten kiss.
Whispers from the too-full skull
tongue the pumpkin's cut-out hull,

but never the voice I miss.



~October 2017 


















Image: Lies and Persuasion, and detail thereof,  ©Kris Kuksi, 2007 All rights reserved.
You can find more of Kris Kuksi's amazing work and his bio here at his website.




32 comments:

  1. This is so much fun to read that if one is not careful, the horror and darkness are missed. All right, so the imagery paints a rather bloody picture, but the tone... the playfulness... makes it feel like a nursery rhyme married a spell and they birthed a child that lovely thing you in its arm, and kills you while smiling at you sweetly.... singing all "the pretty into hell."

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    1. Laughing--you SO get it, dear Magaly! Thanks, and thanks for playing again this week.

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  2. My contribution is not very Halloween(y), but I think we'll get it there before the end of the month. Here it is:

    http://magalyguerrero.com/i-know-ink/

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    1. Love the way this is progressing--and I have to say, you really DO know ink!

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  3. Dee-lightful. The shadows dancing in this Jacko's belly pantomine a liaison whose words cannot be channeled. Or have they ... We'll have to see what creeps up from the well this kick-ass 13th. The lines pick and jab and furrow an old harrow's blood hallow--juice the season adores. Great lead, Hedge.

    For my own I fatten the witch's prey:

    https://blueoran.wordpress.com/2017/10/13/the-new-world/

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    1. Thanks, B--that image was impossible not to write to for me. AFA your own more historical horror story--nothing is more chilling than history told honestly, gewgaws of national fervor and flag/religion idolatry expunged. You are getting this form down and doing scary things with it, my friend. I couldn't be more pleased.

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  4. I have enough in just living in the 48205 to scare me Joy, Halloween is damn near an escape but then no one around here answers the door without a shotgun; that tends to kill the desire to french the too full skull.

    A little later than usual

    http://www.detroitnews.com/story/news/local/detroit-city/2017/10/12/coping-detroit-crime/106576904/ BE IT ever so humble there ain't NO PLACE like this place.

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    1. Yes, the imaginary horrors are always the more romantic--real life is just terror that has to be lived with for too many people--what a chilling article, Mark--I lived for awhile in a similar neighborhood near the projects in Chicago, though this was back before the handgun explosion, and I couldn't get out fast enough. When life is brutal and empty and unfair, violence, turned both inward and outward, is the inevitable result. Stay safe, and thanks for writing today.

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  5. Cricket is playing this week, too.

    https://cricketvigil.wordpress.com/2017/10/12/heart-beat/

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    1. thanks Hedge.

      all, just so you know, I visit but don't really comment much, and don't expect anyone to comment on mine.

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    2. That's the policy here--no strings, no obligations. There are plenty of places to link for that sort of thing. Just glad you could be here.

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  6. Joy, your poem is so much more than a memento mori, with its imagery of skulls in the dying season. The human factor, the missing, comes through so strongly at the end. How we are tied to this life, with all the evidence of decay around us, when the one to whom we feel most strongly tied, may already have passed away.

    Here is mine - another Curse of Caliban.

    http://calibanandmiranda.blogspot.co.za/2017/10/curses-words.html

    Thanks for providing the space to share.

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    1. Thanks, Kerry. Curses seem to have a bad habit of working both ways, don't they.. Your 55 is eloquent, and delicate even with its sharpest blade of loss and pain. I'm so glad you could join us on this day of presumed ill-omen, in a world much the same, where we strive to somehow salvage what we can--treasures like yours.

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  7. "talked pretty into hell" and the last line did me in. And those images! Wow! I def have to go check that out; thanks for the directing sign on the straight and narrow highway. ;-)

    Mine is up and I demand that everyone visit AND comment. I will be by to lambast anyone who doesn't, and to shame them into being intrigued.

    Happy Fri, the 13th, dear BFF!!!!!! :-)

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  8. Oops...

    http://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2017/10/space.html

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    1. Yes, if you intend to bring the serious lambasting, the link would help. :P You have really aced it with this one, one that would have Galen laughing out loud and making some equally hilarious comeback. But under the funny, always the serious. You are such a Gemini. ;) Thanks so much for playing, Shay, and best wishes for the mostest kickass weekend.

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  9. Fab stuff as always. Am traveling so will pen when I land.

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    1. No worries no hurries, and glad to have you (but I do turn into a pumpkin promptly on Sunday night. ;_))

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    2. So here is my contribution. I loved reading your dance of playful demise.

      https://paulscribbles.wordpress.com/2017/10/14/moon-a-side/

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    3. I loved your hanging, burning moons, Paul. Thanks for making time for 55 in your kickassness this weekend.

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  10. Oh wow, so delightfully dark. "talked the pretty into hell" Love that. Happy Friday the 13th!

    https://blackinkhowl.blogspot.com/2017/10/refusing-cinnamon.html

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    1. Thanks, Susie--I loved what you did with yours, and you chose the perfect pic to accompany it--so glad you could join us this week.

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  11. Such a wonderful offering. I'm very grateful to be part of this event, and if you'll ahve me, my submission can be found here: http://braincrayons.blogspot.com/2017/10/55-words.html

    I don't think I'm the equal of some of the people contributing, but I'm so happy to be taking part.

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    1. And I'm so happy to have you. Your 55 was excellent, on point, and delivered in a very original way. Thanks for joining us!

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  12. Hey, hey everyone. Happy Friday. Hope you all have a great weekend.
    https://angieinspired.wordpress.com/2017/10/14/for-the-best/

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    1. Can't help but have a great weekend with a 55 like this--thanks for joining in the spirit of things, angie.

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    1. Thanks, Shadow--and for your constant reading and support over the years as well.

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  14. Oh, that's a great, Halloweenie 55.
    In the spririt of the G and the 13th here's 55 for you:
    Rain spits
    wind bites
    ravens mutter in your wake
    you fell from grace
    when you wouldn’t embrace
    the world’s darker side
    batwing kisses on your cheek
    soft as cobwebs, cool as corpses
    with a thimbleful of dust
    and misplaced trust
    the carrion carries
    your tongue away
    as the children sing
    ashes, ashes
    we all
    fall…

    And a kick-ass weekend to one and all.

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    1. I love it, Mary! Thanks for adding 55 extremely creeped out words to the Friday 13th 55--'soft as cobwebs/cool as corpses.." you know this right up my dark alley. And a kickass remainder of the weekend to you, girl.

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    2. Thanks Joy. And thanks so much for doing this!

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  15. Loves ya, Hedgie! Rock on and keep on kickin' ass! :)

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg